POETRY IS LIKE TAKING A DEEP BREATH

Sunday, 17 April 2011

The Road Not Taken


Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
and sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, long I stood
and looked down one as far as I could
to where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
and having perhaps the better claim
because it was grassy and wanted wear;
though as for that, the passing there
had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
in leaves no feet had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I --
I took the one less travelled by,
and that has made all the difference





























































Robert Frost
1874-1963



"The Road Not Taken' was inspired by Frost's friend,  the poet Edward Thomas, and was intended to be gently ironic of the habit of regret. Frost said of Thomas , "He more than anyone else was accessory to what I had done and was doing."